CrimsonFlameWielder
First Post
Some of what the Drow said rang true to Rava. Who was she to proclaim that her way of life was better? With all of the evil in the world, wasn't violence a necessary evil to keep the darkness from spreading? After thinking on that for a moment, Rava shook her head slightly. "No," she thought to herself. "there are better ways to invoke change in the world than killing."
"You may be right that violence is necessary with the current state of the world. There may just be situations where violence is unavoidable if you wish to continue living (and we all do). However, I still do not believe that killing is strictly necessary, and I, for one, will not be one to contribute to The Keeper's tally, nor will I help to fill Dolurrh with souls that might be saved. For every creature who's eyes are shrouded in darkness should have the chance to bask in Dol Arrah's light."
As Marshal Hilkalas' mental intrusion makes itself clear, a smile spreads over Rava's face. "That is precisely how I view it. We are all specialized tools to be used by those who know how. You would not ask a carpenter to use a sword when cutting his wooden planks, much as you would not ask a warrior to use a saw in battle. I am no warrior and never claimed to be, but that does not mean that I have no place on the field of battle. And I ask you this, Bellegon: What of the tactician who controls the flow of battle, inciting his allies to greater heights of bravery, guiding their actions, and out-thinking the party's enemies? If that tactician never once raises his own sword to strike down an enemy (even if he happens not to be opposed to such an action), what is different than how I would act on a battlefield (other than our differences in beliefs)? Both of us will be controlling the flow of the battle, and both of us will do our best to keep the others in our party from being harmed. While that tactician may be willing to harm a foe himself on occasion, my specialty is more concerned with the inevitable. No matter how great of skill you might be, eventually you will slip up, or simply be out-numbered, and you will come to some form of harm. When that happens, and you're sitting on the ground, holding your own intestines or roiling in pain from any number of wicked ailments, tell me you won't be happy to have someone who can put you back together like it never happened..." she finishes with a slight smirk.
"You may be right that violence is necessary with the current state of the world. There may just be situations where violence is unavoidable if you wish to continue living (and we all do). However, I still do not believe that killing is strictly necessary, and I, for one, will not be one to contribute to The Keeper's tally, nor will I help to fill Dolurrh with souls that might be saved. For every creature who's eyes are shrouded in darkness should have the chance to bask in Dol Arrah's light."
As Marshal Hilkalas' mental intrusion makes itself clear, a smile spreads over Rava's face. "That is precisely how I view it. We are all specialized tools to be used by those who know how. You would not ask a carpenter to use a sword when cutting his wooden planks, much as you would not ask a warrior to use a saw in battle. I am no warrior and never claimed to be, but that does not mean that I have no place on the field of battle. And I ask you this, Bellegon: What of the tactician who controls the flow of battle, inciting his allies to greater heights of bravery, guiding their actions, and out-thinking the party's enemies? If that tactician never once raises his own sword to strike down an enemy (even if he happens not to be opposed to such an action), what is different than how I would act on a battlefield (other than our differences in beliefs)? Both of us will be controlling the flow of the battle, and both of us will do our best to keep the others in our party from being harmed. While that tactician may be willing to harm a foe himself on occasion, my specialty is more concerned with the inevitable. No matter how great of skill you might be, eventually you will slip up, or simply be out-numbered, and you will come to some form of harm. When that happens, and you're sitting on the ground, holding your own intestines or roiling in pain from any number of wicked ailments, tell me you won't be happy to have someone who can put you back together like it never happened..." she finishes with a slight smirk.